Journey to the Mysterious Sea

In the deep, quiet and vast forest, the sun struggled to penetrate the layers of dense and luxuriant branches and leaves, like a tenacious warrior trying to find a way out in this green ocean. The rays of sunlight finally sprinkled down with difficulty, forming patches of light of various shapes on the ground, just like a masterpiece of art casually painted by nature. Under the bright sky, this forest should be a paradise full of vitality and peace, but at this moment, the atmosphere here is extremely solemn, as if covered by an invisible haze, and even the air seems to become heavy, making people feel depressed and uneasy.

Cang Weimin's face was as tight as a cold iron plate. Under his expressionless face, his eyes revealed a steel-like seriousness and vigilance. His hand slowly stretched to his waist, his movements were steady and firm, as if every subtle movement contained great power. When his hand grasped the extremely sharp sword, a cold breath emanated from the sword, as if the sword was eager to drink blood. Then, he slowly and firmly pulled out the sword, and the sword body flashed with a cold light under the sunlight. The light was like the gaze of the god of death, which made people shudder, as if silently telling of an upcoming fierce battle.

At the same time, Chao Yiting drew out the sword from her waist without hesitation. Her eyes were also full of determination, a determination to face death with indifference, a courage to never back down. As the two of them moved, a powerful energy wave gradually emanated from them, and the air around them seemed to be affected, trembling slightly, as if it was afraid of this powerful force. This force was like a surging sea wave, spreading out in all directions, immersing the entire forest in a tense atmosphere.

Cang Weimin stared at the people in front of him with a cold gaze, which seemed to freeze people into ice sculptures in an instant, making them unable to move. He said indifferently: "Have you become bandits? Do you want to rob people?" His voice echoed in the silent forest, with a hint of anger and disdain. The voice was like a curse from the depths of hell, which made people shudder.

Hearing this, the people in front of him sneered with disdain, and the smile was full of ridicule and contempt, as if Cang Weimin's words were so ridiculous and ignorant to them. One of them took a step forward, his steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to step on the heart of the earth, with an incomparable arrogance. He said arrogantly: "We are executing the order of the court. The court has already issued an order. Deserters like you will definitely die, and everyone can kill you!" His voice echoed in the forest, with an unquestionable majesty, as if he represented absolute justice. The voice was like a sharp sword, piercing straight at Cang Weimin and Chao Yiting, making people feel a chill.

After saying this, the figure of this person instantly became blurred, and the air around him seemed to be stirred into chaos by his movements. He seemed to have turned into an illusory ghost, rushing forward at an extremely fast speed, bringing with him a gust of wind, and the leaves were rustling. The gust of wind was like a ferocious beast, roaring wantonly in the forest, destroying everything that blocked it.

Cang Weimin tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and faced the oncoming enemy with a firm look in his eyes. There was no sign of retreat in his eyes, only firm determination and fearless courage. That look seemed to be the brightest star in the night sky, flashing the light of hope in the darkness. In an instant, the swords in the hands of the two men collided violently, bursting out countless dazzling sparks, and the sparks were as bright as the gorgeous fireworks blooming in the night sky. At the same time, the sound of metal collision resounded through the sky, and the crackling and harsh sound echoed in the forest, breaking the original tranquility. The sound was like a burst of thunder, exploding in the forest, making people terrified.

The man let out a deafening roar: "Heavy cut!" His voice seemed to come from the roar of hell, full of power and majesty. The sound was like a powerful shock wave, spreading in all directions, making people tremble with fear. The front end of the sword in the man's hand lit up with an orange-red light, the light was dazzling, like a burning flame, hot and violent. The flame seemed to be the karmic fire from hell, burning everything to ashes. He raised the sword in his hand high, and the momentum was like a golden monkey raising a thousand-pound stick, extremely powerful, with the power to destroy the world. Then, he slashed down with the sword fiercely, and the air was torn apart by the sword, making a sharp whistling sound. The whistling sound was like a wounded beast, wailing in pain.

Cang Weimin tried his best to resist, but the powerful force was still too much for him to bear. There was only a dull loud noise, as if it was thunder in the sky, and as if it was the roar of the earth. Cang Weimin was instantly knocked out. His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, drew an arc in the air, and hit a thick tree heavily. The tree shook violently, and the leaves fell one after another, as if mourning for this fierce battle. Cang Weimin's body slid down the trunk, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth. The blood drew an arc in the air and then fell to the ground. The blood was like a blooming flower, bright and sad. His face turned pale as paper, without a trace of blood, and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief. He didn't expect that this man's fighting power was so strong, and he was so vulnerable in front of him, as if his power was as small as an ant in front of him.

When Chao Yiting saw this scene, her heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible and cold hand. The strong sense of oppression made her breathing suddenly become rapid and difficult, as if the air had frozen at this moment. She did not hesitate at all, and rushed forward like an arrow. Her figure was like a dazzling lightning, tearing through the air at an astonishing speed, leaving only an almost illusory light and shadow wherever she passed.

The light and shadow were like a wisp of misty smoke, which disappeared into the vast air in the blink of an eye. In a flash, she had arrived beside Cang Weimin. Her face was full of seriousness and worry, and her expression was full of deep concern and love for Cang Weimin, just like the warm sun in winter, warm and sincere. She asked anxiously, "Are you okay?" Her voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner panic and anxiety. The voice was like a gentle spring breeze, warm and soft, full of comfort and consolation for Cang Weimin, hoping to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.